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There is No God

The Other

Your country was born in slavery and genocide.
Don’t fret, so was mine; they all were.
We’re like chimpanzees pissing on a tree
To claim our territory for the tribe;
Our ancestors ripped out the hearts
Of their enemies and threw them to the scum.

Stranger, of course you’re a racist-
Don’t bother denying, we all hide it!
Your parents were racists and those before them,
Saying it was the way of things to serve god,
And never trust those not of your blood and tongue,
A different species with their own demons.

Lickalotapuss

Cuckqueen
in a kink clutch
breaking a twisted angel
on the rack of
onward Christian solders
in ecstatic flagellations
for kinky saliva cliterature
with a mouth black window widows bite
in a white lie light
of cruel dark night
while jazz jizz
layonaise spatters
where its soft and hurts good
and fossil wang pussies
drive down the armageddon highway
in a bright burn
with dirty feet on clean sheets
and drooling tongues
lickalotapuss

Dragging My Heart

If I could
I’d give you the world
but I keep giving you back
to the life you return to when
you drift out of this town again
dragging my heart behind
and you don’t even know.

You’re a short high, an extended low
and it’s only a matter of time
before you never return
and I’ll be out along the highway
once more, the ragged gypsy soul
I’ve always been,
same ripped jeans, scattered dreams,
one day I’ll break out of this town
and away from you.
At least that’s what I tell myself.

A Leaf, A Journey

I laughed in the summer sun
I twirled and danced had fun
There on this high place I knew of life
This was me great fun no strife

Then chill winds did blow
My life source started fading away
Colours were changed each day
Green to gold it was the way

Secrets not told to me
How my life force failed
I would fall and be so alone
This is all you need as one

My life source did let me go
I felt so free then I started to flow
Down from the heavens you see
To touch the earth more to be

Soothing Projections

Imagining to understand
causes my head to throb,
so I write to alleviate,

it relaxes the air
and I become the rain
pounding the roof.

the beep beep of the clock
and no moments are hidden,

the cold distance between planets
and my marrow freezes over,

the tire pinches the pebble
and I'm the low hum of the road ...

but I'm home
nursing my head.

Don’t hate a golddigger (parody)

Don’t hate - my purpose out of this long life,
to laugh at those who earn a minion wage,
to run a mile from squalid, abject strife,
has freed me from the ghetto-gilded cage.
Don’t hate - I never learned to study hard
or dream my way to where I want to go.
Respect is what you show the platinum card
that’s in his hand. I’ll never just say no.
So what, his wealth makes him a boldfaced liar
who buys my absence every holiday?
So what, I’m over like a dumpster fire
when my December wins the race with May?

Apology to a Paperback

Apologies to sharp edged pages I let blood to:
The permanently uneven dog eared creases,
And the salty stains of empathy.
Apologies for my name in pencil,
Saying you belong to me.

I apologise for the forgotten leaves pressed
that flutter out with the spine.
I guess I’m sorry that you won’t be read,
By others as you’re
Mine.

I will not share your story,
Although the words spread far.
Others will not see the tears,
the rips and binding scarred.

WEED OF GOD

Sizzling rizla,
Clicking lighters,
Bars of golden flames in the night.

Sudden blackout,
Lighters dropping,
Hosts of burning eyes in the dark.

A fragrant breeze,
A cleansing tide,
Bubbles of smokes, thickened darkness.

Eyes closing,
Minds open,
Heads clearing,
Bats flapping,
Owls hooting,
Men smoking;

The Weed of God.

Here & Walhalla

In a harsh environment
We look for allies sometimes
If you take your light away I will not die
Is the reflection so ghastly?
That’s okay, turn away
I love truth, & have no respect for a lie.

I have touched hearts I never truly knew
loved lines irrelevant, & found I grew
I never asked a thing from you
I just thought that we might share

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